There's lots here--whackers, some on 'em.

Shall I get you a few ?" "Yes, do, please." "So I will, Master Nic--barrowload if you like.

You get me an old canister.

There'll be some nice fat uns down aside where I grows my cowcumbers.

Ah! I never thought, when I got digging 'em out o' the side of the cowcumber beds at home, I should ever get making on 'em out here, t'other side o' the world." Nic fetched a bag instead of a canister, and soon after stood ready to start.
"You go same way as I took yer that night, Master Nic, and then work your way up for a hour or so, and all under they tree-ferns you'll find pools and pools with lots o' fish in 'em; but I don't know how you're going to get on with that long thin clothes-prop of a thing.